Finn's Latest Early Morning Antic

This dog. She looks sweet and innocent here. Really, she is rather sweet and mostly innocent. Or sweet with occasional mischievous tendencies.

Thanks to Finn, how did Husband wake up this morning? With a chicken carcass shoved in his face.

How did that happen? Like this.

Yesterday afternoon, we did our massive grocery shopping trip where we get a zip car and go to Costco and Fairway and stock up on a couple months worth of staples. The trip means a skipped nap for Fyo, though he generally hangs in there pretty well as long as we keep feeding him with the groceries that we put into the cart.Yesterday, he did especially well considering he was also fighting a sniffly nose and some congestion.

We came home, unloaded the car, and Husband went to return the car while I cleaned out the fridge to make enough space for all the food. I condensed the latest strawberry-rhubarb pie from pie plate to container. Last week's chicken carcass that sat on a plate waiting for Husband to turn it into stock, I tossed in the trash reasoning if he hadn't done anything with it yet, nothing with it was going to happen. An old lemon went into the compost. I stacked all the remaining containers, we had enough space for Fyo's green juice stash, my lemonade stash, the orange juice and all the rest. We had dinner, started Fyo's bath, put him to bed. He ended up going to bed later than usual despite not having a nap.

This morning Fyo woke up his always chipper self, no longer sniffly (though he was throughout the night), got out of bed and wandered around the bed. It took Husband and I a bit longer to wake up thanks to a solid out-of-the-ordinary two hour period that Fyo was awake in the middle of the night.  He started saying, "There's a chicken on the floor. Mommy, there's a chicken on the floor."  And again, "there's a chicken on the floor."

Sometimes, Fyo says things out of context like, "I like your party hat." when I am not wearing any kind of hat. It will take a moment for me to realize he is quoting one of his favorite books, Go Dog Go. So as Fyo declared that there was a chicken on the floor, I tried to think of what book we have that possibly involved chickens. I couldn't think of any. Or if he had a chicken toy I didn't know about? Do we suddenly own the Fisher-Price Little People Farm? No. Had he seen the film Chicken Run? No. He eats chicken; we had chicken less than a week ago. He knows about chickens - thanks to Bali where one of our favorite activities was chasing chickens on our motorbike (It's true - chickens running due to being chased is one of the most hysterical things on the planet. Does it fall under unethical treatment of animals? Maybe. But I'm not a PETA member.)  (Yes, I do believe in treating animals very well). I just kept brainstorming, maybe now he's decided upon an imaginary friend and it's a chicken? Has he seen that episode of the Muppet Show with the Swedish Chef?

Fyo caught on that I was doubting him as I continued to shift from sleep to consciousness. Which may be why he picked up the chicken carcass off the floor and shoved it into his father's face.

Finn, that beast, had gotten into the trash in the night and brought the chicken carcass up during the night and left it, as Fyo had said several times, on the floor.

Waking up this morning became something out of a Monty Python skit, thanks to the amazing Finn and Fyo duo.